She glanced up, meeting his eyes with her gaze. She laughed softly, her lips curling around the edges. Her eyes squinted, and her cheeks became red as a rose. The meadow smelled like flowers, hinted with rain. The sun shone down brightly, sharing its heat with the world. She sat relaxed under a maple tree, half-asleep. He chuckled, staring at the ring around her ear. He nuzzled her cheek, making them more and more intoxicated with embarrassment. The world seemed to stop every time he saw her; their surroundings becoming hazy and dreamlike. He sat down next to her, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Cammie," she whispered, her lips brushing past his ear.
"I know, Pinks. You tell me that every day." He laughed, planting a soft kiss into her even softer hair. She nibbled slightly on his ear, causing him to share her embarrassment on his face.
"That's because I don't want you to forget, silly," she replied, closing her eyes. He began to stroke her hair, musing at how it maintained such volume.
"I...don't...want...you...to...forget..."
Nurse Redheart jumped, brushing aside her paperwork. So, that mare decided to wake up. The nurse got up, scanning her body thoroughly.
"Hmm?" The mare grunted, laying still. Redheart didn't speak, she simply went on examining her patient. She stopped at a few places, then trotted off to scribble on her clipboard. She would resume after that, and she continued until her patient's entire body had been accounted for.
"Okay, first, what is your name?" Redheart inquired, her words sharp yet her tone soothing.
"My...name? P-Pinkamena Diane Pie, ma'am," the pink mare replied slowly. The nurse beamed warmly, trotting over and grabbing her clipboard. She then pulled up a small cart and chair, put the clipboard on the cart, and sat down.
"Good, good. You don't have amnesia... Severely, that is. Now, do you have any recollection of what happened?" She asked, picking up her pencil. Pinkie's eyes dodged a bit, as if to scan her own mind.
"I-I don't know. All I remember is seeing my four friends... Then passing out," Pinkie said, looking defeated. Redheart nodded, making a checkmark motion with her mouth. She then lifted Pinkie's head, smiling. She laid down her pencil, and then spoke.
"Don't worry. I'll help you remember-" Redheart began, only to get cut off by her patient.
"S-speaking of which... Where are my friends?" Pinkie asked, her eyes in a sudden frenzy. She searched the room...but she couldn't see anypony besides Nurse Redheart. The nurse grabbed her head, fixating her eyes on her patient.
"Please, calm down," she whispered, "It's nearly three in the morning. I told your friends to go home and rest." She locked her eyes with the patient, refusing to blink.
"How long has it been?" Pinkie asked, jolting her head away from the nurse's stare-down. "How long have I been asleep?"
"Three days..." Redheart replied quietly, "You're lucky to have such good friends, they pulled two all-nighters because of how worried they were. Well, one did... Anyway, we had expected that you would wake up within a few hours of the fire."
"Three days..." Pinkie repeated, slowly sitting up. "W-wait, fire? I-I was in a fire?"
"Y-yes, unfortunately." Redheart's eyes dodged around the room, trying to look anywhere except Pinkie's eyes. "You...we're baking cookies and left them in the oven too long...and you locked yourself in, making it a pretty extreme condition. You're lucky to have survived. If you'd been left in there any longer, the cinders would've burned right through you."
Pinkie gasped, then raised her hoof. "Wh-what?" Redheart stuttered in confusion, watching Pinkie. She took her hoof, and slammed it against her cheek.
"S-stupid!" Pinkie yelled, tears beginning to stream down her face. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid...!" She struck herself against her cheeks several times, soon to be stopped by Redheart. She stared at Pinkie, her eyes and mouth agape with shock.
"Miss... Miss... please, calm down..." Redheart implored, only to have her attempts to prove fruitless. Pinkie growled, shaking Redheart off her hooves. She raised them again, preparing to strike herself again. "Why? Why do you want to hurt yourself, Miss?" Redheart asked desperately. She rubbed herself, stumbling back up to her hooves.
"I-I... My friends...I caused them worry...on account of my stupidity...didn't I?" Pinkie tembled, her cheeks bright red. She rubbed them a bit, obviously regretful of what she'd done. Redheart shook her head rapidly, stable once more.
"I don't know. But I don't get warning to hurt yourself over having good friends..." Redirect became wary, keeping in distance from Pinkie. She spoke soft and soothing, yet her facial expressions said she was anything but calm. She inhaled, exhaled, and walked back to her chair. "Would you like some tea?" She offered, taking a sip of tea herself. She'd kept a chamomile tea on her desk in case an event like this happened. Granted, the tea had turned cold, but it still calmed her down.
"Yes, thank you. Also-" Pinkie reached up and accepted the second cup of tea from Redheart "-sorry for causing so much trouble. I'm...extremely worried about these sorts of things." Redheart nodded, taking another sip.
"Understandable. I don't know anyone who'd want to be a burden. Well, there actually was this one blue guy... Oh, he was a hoot. But, that's another story for another time." Redheart smiled, her eyes drifting from reality.
"So...what now?" Pinkie asked. Redheart focused back on Pinkie, a soft smile still on her lips. She laughed lightly.
"I don't know."